Mutilate the stilborn's blog: "incomplete reality"

good show tonight, everything went well..new material needs work yet though....we need to find time to finish writing the new shit as well.. wrecked.

Is this narcosis all I've left? A pale embrace with a dying breath, an effigy in memory to what I could've been, An opaque vision into the future of my sin, Entombed inside my enigma, wrapped in a veil of casualties, I've nothing left to sacrifice, for this simple, stupid lie...

Meandering the darkness, comatose to the truth, this is the apex of loss, entombed in a memory of you, Corrosive lament, capturing my attention, the outcast of fools, the height of discention, is this what I searched for, the truth in the absence, the apparition of joy, the cold touch of your presence, This miasma of perplexion, the labrynth of control, without the abuse of your gaze, I can never be whole....

Distracting from your deficiencies while you point at others. (Once) enlightened you judge and execute. To be the only one to discover the seven, (To) toss open and pass the gates to heaven. This song reallys says alot for me and how I feel towards religion and the ways that it opresses individuality

After this nothing can be the same, sin and perdition flow through my vein, where even the dawn needs drugs to kill the pain as we coagulate in this rancid populous of loss suffocating in my own misery, i claw my way to the surface of this abyss, numb and beligerent from this endeavor, I am the beginning and end of this. It is this burden that defines me, the lament of this sullen wretch, and in my darkest hour, the solution is manifest.